A Mother and her Child
“I’m coming for you!”
A little girls says,
As laughter and joy
Fills the room.
A child
And a mother
Playing hide and seek
As the sun shines
Through the room
Hiding the darkness peeking behind.
Ten years later,
the mother rests
in an empty box,
Six feet below.
The light never shining,
And darkness consuming her.
Not a single sound
Reaches the lonely casket
Containing the beloved mother
Of the joyful child.
The child is now grown
Into a tall, beautiful girl,
Constantly smiling,
Like she was before.
But underneath her smile,
Beneath her friendly mask,
She is filled with tears.
Death takes a piece from her
By little by little
Without remorse or sympathy
For this poor little girl.
Overwhelming her with darkness,
Drowning her in sorrow,
Making her regret her past decisions,
Until she cannot take it anymore.
Filled with hatred toward life,
The girl makes a decision,
One she will not regret.
“I’m coming for you,” she cries out to her mother
As death opens his mouth
And swallows her whole.
Now, she is not filled with darkness,
Nor sorrow
Because she knows
Her mother is here
They feel happiness,
Ecstasy and jubilation,
Because they know
They are not alone anymore.
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quietwhispersinthewind
This is very good. But is this verse based on real life experience? If so I'm always hear to talk or you could see a therapist, or call the suicide hotline. Suicidal idealization and romantcization are dangerous, as they may reflect on your true emotions toward the subject. You are not alone, somebody cares. If you were to die, strangers like me would weep without even a moment spent with your bright light. Don't leave before your writing genius goes to waste. Being an artist doesn't mean your life has to be tragic.